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One Month Later

Monument, New Mexico

Dean nearly tripped
as he ran through the dusty little town�s streets trying to get away from the
evil Indian spirit that he and Sam had inadvertently pissed off. For two days,
they had been trying to figure out what the strange rings of lights were that
people had been reporting in the south-west sky. There had been instances of
missing domestic animals, mutilated cattle, and unexplainable electrical
interference surrounding the small town with a population of less than five
thousand, and Dean had begun to think that they were going to uncover a secret
government experiment gone wrong rather than a supernatural entity.

�Dean!� Sam yelled.

Dean looked up ahead
and saw Sam waiting anxiously for him by the Impala as he felt the tendrils of
the Indian spirits tomahawk at his neckline. �This fucking sucks!� he yelled in
disbelief. After all the years of fighting off vampires, werewolves, witches,
and demons he had survived only to die by the hands of an Apache medicine man
seeking revenge for his peoples� mistreatment over a century earlier?

�Dean, drop and
roll!� Sam commanded as he held up the rifle filled with rock salt.

Trusting Sam
completely, Dean did as ordered and dropped hard onto the street cursing as his
hands scraped along the concrete. Dean looked up in time to see the Indian
raising his tomahawk, and smiled when he saw the rock salt blasting it apart,
but after only a few seconds the evil spirit reemerged and peered angrily at
Sam.

�Rock salt doesn�t
work!� Dean yelled at his younger brother.

�Tell me something I
didn�t already know Dean!� Sam watched as the spirit dressed in worn leather
buckskin and a full headdress turned its attention towards him. �I�m going to
give you one last chance to leave me and my brother alone you evil piece of
shit!�

�Sam, what the hell
are you trying to do?� Dean exclaimed in shock. �You know better than to
threaten a spirit like that; especially one that possessed powers as a human!�

Almost on cue, the
wind suddenly picked up swirling around the streets wrapping paper and debris
in its vortex. Sam watched as the dust and dirt wrapped around the wind
creating a small but growing dust devil and it became abundantly clear that the
sprit intended on killing them. The dust whipped around blowing Sam�s hair in
all directions and sending burning dust into his eyes. He shielded his eyes as
much as possible and looked on in dismay as the spirit turned its attention
back towards his brother.

�Dean, get the hell
up and run!�

Dean was a lot of
things, but coward wasn�t one of them, �No!�

Sam watched as the
spirit once again raised his weapon intending on mutilating Dean as it had the
cattle and felt something snap inside. Sam closed his eyes, blocked out the
sounds of the whistling wind and the dust that pricked his skin, and focused on
the energy of the apparition. It was a new trick he had picked up since his
resurrection and sometimes it had allowed him to feel the presence of spirits
even before the EMF detector.

Dean covered his face
with his arms as the angry spirit swung its tomahawk towards his head, �Sam! I
could use a little help here!�

�I told you to leave
my brother alone!� Sam roared over the wind as he felt all of the spirit�s
energy buzzing around his body. His eyes snapped open, he cracked a grin, and
he raised his arms out in front of him, �I�m going to send you to Hell where
you belong!�

Dean pulled his arm
away from his face and watched as a soft white energy stream shot out from
Sam�s fingers targeting the spirit directly in the heart, �Sam, what the hell
are you doing?�

Sam ignored Dean and
instead attacked the spirit with his newly discovered power. He could hear the
spirit shrilling in pain and agony while he sucked the energy out of the
thing�s body. The Indian�s apparition began breaking apart, blinking rapidly,
fading in and out, and then finally dissipated into the thin air. As soon as
the medicine man disappeared, the wind stopped churning, the paper fell back to
the streets, and the dust settled covering the paved road with a blanket of
dirt.

Dean timidly stood
up, knocking dust from his clothes, and kept a keen eye on his brother, �What
the hell was that?�

�Another one of your
fuck ups,� Sam snarled as he marched over towards his brother. �I told you not
to draw those Anasazi drawings on the town church.�

��How was I to know that the evil bastard would
show its ugly head? We didn�t even know what we were dealing with until just
now,� Dean argued.

�Precisely, we didn�t
know what we were dealing with,� Sam snapped as he grabbed Dean by the arm and
started dragging him towards the car. �Yet, you decided that a few Anasazi
scribblings would solve this town�s woes.� Sam ignored the few townsfolk who
stuck their heads out their doors and practically yanked the Impala�s passenger
door off its hinges, �Get in the fucking car!�

Dean knew better than
to argue and slumped into the seat against his will. He waited until Sam sat
into the driver�s seat before speaking again, �What did you do to that thing?�

Sam turned the
ignition and the Chevy roared to life, �Something I�m going to do to you if you
don�t start listening to me.�

Three months ago,
Dean would have laughed at Sam�s attempts to control and dominate him, but the
last two months had shown Dean a new side of Sam. He wasn�t possessed or evil,
but something wasn�t quite right with his resurrected brother, and he knew that
the new Sam would hold true to his threats. �Did you suck the energy out of it?
Send it back to the spiritual plain?�

Sam tore off down the
streets of the small town anxious to get Dean back to the motel, �I guess�it
just happened. I was focusing on its energy signature and suddenly I was able to
manipulate it and control it.�

�That�s just fucking
creepy dude,� Dean replied nervous about his brother�s newest power. �You�re
like Jean Grey or something.�

�More like the Dark Phoenix,� Sam hinted. �I think we both would agree
that I�m more aggressive and calculating than I was before you let Jake kill
me.�

It had become a
common theme among them; Sam blaming Dean for his death. Dean feeling like
everything had been his fault because he failed to protect his brother in the
first place. ��You�re not going to try to take over the world, are you?�

Sam laughed and
slapped Dean on the thigh, �Just you baby�you�re all I want to control.�

�Lucky me,� Dean
mumbled looking out at the tree line as the Chevy raced down the road and the
spring wind whipped through the open windows. It was near sunset in New Mexico and the western sky was a mixture of
oranges, yellows, and hues, and he wished that he could be swallowed up by its
beauty rather than dealing with Sam�s controlling nature yet again. He hated
that Sam�s hand squeezed and stroked his thigh like it owned him, and he
despised how Sam�s eyes held nothing but lust and possessiveness when they
looked at him. The last two months had been a living hell, and Dean couldn�t
imagine that the real Hell would be any worse when it was finally time to
fulfill his end of the deal.

�I know what you�re
thinking Dean,� Sam remarked pulling into the small practically deserted motor
lodge. �You�re thinking about the deal again, aren�t you? You�re wondering if
the new me is really worth cutting your life short for.�

Dean sat silently as
Sam parked the car choosing to ignore his brother�s accusations. Sam was right
of course. Dean often regretted the sacrifice he made for his brother; the man
who was a stranger to Dean, the man who hurt him and humiliated him as often as
he could. �May I get out of the car now?�

Sam frowned and
twisted his tongue inside his mouth while looking at Dean�s angry face. �Didn�t
think you�d be so eager to go into the room after the mistake you made.�

�I�d rather get my
punishment over with if you don�t mind,� Dean hotly replied. �You know how much
I hate waiting.�

Sam watched as a
elderly woman walked past them with a metal shopping cart filled with recyclable
cans, �You want to invite the old hag?�

�No!� Dean hissed
through clenched teeth. �Leave her out of this you fucking pervert.�

Sam yanked Dean
towards him dragging Dean over the center console and into his lap, �I should
drag her wrinkled ass in the room and make you eat her musty cunt for talking
to me like that!� Sam bit Dean�s earlobe hard loving the feeling of Dean
squirming in his lap, �Maybe make her suck your cock while I fuck your ass?�

Dean winced in pain
as Sam chewed on his lobe, �Please don�t Sam�I�m sorry, I�ll play nice.�

�You�ll keep your
fucking mouth shut?� Sam asked releasing Dean�s earlobe. �You won�t fight me?�

Dean looked over his
shoulder and saw that the old woman had stopped and was staring at them, �I�ll
do whatever you want�just leave her alone.�

Sam pushed Dean out
of his lap and shoved him back into the passenger seat, �Fine, but you better
not piss me off more than I already am.� Sam looked over at the gawking woman
and stuck his tongue out flicking it up and down in rapid movements, �You know
you want it you nasty old bitch.� Sam laughed when she practically ran out of
the parking lot leaving her cart of cans in her wake. �Damn, I can be so mean
sometimes,� he commented as he rolled his window up.

Dean rolled his eyes,
rolled up his window, opened the door, and stepped out of the car, �There was a
time three months ago you would have offered to help that woman; maybe even buy
her cans from her, but now��

�That Sam is dead,�
Sam reminded his sulking brother as he got out of the car. �And it would be in
your best interest to remember that.�

Dean slowly walked
towards the room, inspecting the orange flakes of paint that were peeling off
the old motor lodge door, �How could I possibly forget?�

Sam unlocked the
door, pushed Dean inside, and slammed the door hard enough to make the already
loose number four fall off onto the walkway, �I thought you said you would keep
your mouth shut?�

The room was bathed
in shadows, the barely lit sky casting a dull light through the heavy drapes,
and Dean flicked on the light switch by the door, �I�ll try.� Dean stepped
further into the cheap room with its puke green wallpaper and its twenty-one
inch television chained to the wall and slipped out of his blue jacket. He
wasn�t surprised when Sam wasted no time and practically draped his heavy body
across his shoulders kissing and sucking at his neck, �Couldn�t you at least
buy me dinner first?�

Sam ran his large
hands onto Dean�s stomach and forced his hands up inside Dean�s T-shirt feeling
the warm smooth skin trembling under his masterful hands. �Why would I do that
when you�ll spread your legs for free like the good little slut you are?�

Dean hated when the new
Sam threw harsh cruel words like slut around and it took everything in him not
to just break down into hysterical tears. What had he done to deserve a fate
like this? The new Sam tormented him on a daily basis with emotional and sexual
abuse, and Dean had no choice but to take it if he wanted Sam to tell him how
to break the deal with the demon bitch. Dean had ten months left to live, and
without the bastard�s help, Dean would spend the rest of eternity in Hell being
tormented by all the demons he had vanquished throughout the years.

Sam could feel the
tension and resentment in Dean�s body, but he thrived on Dean�s passive
resistance, �Tell me I�m wrong�tell me you won�t spread your legs for me.�

Dean scowled as Sam�s
long limber fingers began pinching and twisting his sensitive nipples, �You
know I don�t want to but I don�t have a choice�

Sam shoved Dean
across the room and smirked when his older brother nearly tripped and fell,
�That�s not the answer I was looking for Dean.� Sam slapped Dean across the
face and sent the smaller man into the wall near the television, �Why must you
always make me prove to you how much stronger I am than you?� Sam slapped Dean
hard again across the face seeing that Dean�s face had a pink imprint of his
fingers on it, �Maybe you get off on the pain, is that it Dean?�

Dean stood straight
resting up against the wall and rubbed at his sore face, �I think you get off
on it Sam. Get hot from beating the crap out of your big brother.�

Sam slid his hands
down to his own jeans and unbuttoned them, �You might just be right about that
Dean.� He slid his jeans and boxers over his hips and set his hard prick free.
He pushed his boxers underneath his heavy balls so that they were supported by
the garment and began stroking his eager flesh, �Come over here and feel how
hard it makes me when I hit you.�

Dean stared at the
offensive appendage that jutted out proudly from his baby brother�s body and
felt nothing but revulsion, �That�s okay�I can see how hard it is from here.�

Sam shook his head
and smiled. �You never keep your promises Dean,� he complained as he shot his
hand out and once again slapped Dean across the face. The hit snapped Dean�s
neck and caused him to hit the other side of his face into the wall, �You said
you wouldn�t fight me Dean.� Sam waited until Dean turned his head forward and
took a moment to appreciate his handy work. Both of Dean�s cheeks were tainted
pink, a small trail of blood was dripping from his nose, and a bruise was
already forming on Dean�s left cheek. �That�s a good look for you baby. I
should beat you more often.�

Dean wiped angrily at
the blood with his hand, �Well, I�m glad one of is getting off on this shit!�

Sam sighed heavily in
aggravation, wrapped his hand around the back of Dean�s neck, and yanked his
brother towards him, �I said to come over here and feel how hard you make me!�
Sam grinned in satisfaction as he forced Dean down onto his knees and pulled
him closer toward his bare crotch, �Feel it Dean!� He nearly laughed as he
slammed Dean�s face into his pubic area and made Dean feel his hardened shaft
and hairy sack on his tender face, �Can you feel it bitch?� He pulled his
brother�s face back and saw that some of the blood from Dean�s nose had gotten
onto him, �Lick it off!�

Dean could feel
himself shaking because of Sam�s abuse, and he was ashamed of his weakness, but
he knew that Sam would hurt him even more if he put up a real fight. He placed
his hands on Sam�s jean-covered thighs and slowly placed his mouth at Sam�s
shaft. He timidly stuck out his tongue licking slowly at the coppery fluid.

�Come on Dean�you�re
not a fucking little kitten drinking its milk,� Sam warned squeezing the back
of Dean�s neck. �Lick and suck it like you�re fucking starving.� He proceeded
to slam his shaft down Dean�s throat causing Dean�s teeth to scrape against his
sensitive flesh. He held on tightly to Dean�s head ignoring the burning pain of
the teeth until he heard his brother gagging, �You can do better than that
Dean�cock sucking lips like those can do a hell of a lot better.�

Dean felt involuntary
tears spring to his eyes as his brother fucked his face like he was a worthless
whore, and opened wide as the phallus was shoved deep inside his hot cavernous
mouth. Dean could feel Sam�s pubic hair tickling his nose each time Sam forced
him to deep-throat his cock, and the sounds of Dean being gagged by the large
column of flesh were obviously turning his sick brother on.

�Fuck yeah, that�s
more like it Dean,� Sam crooned as he violated Dean�s mouth. Sam pumped in and
out of his brother�s mouth holding onto Dean�s head like it was a fucking set
of reigns, and he nearly laughed when Dean started gagging again, �Choke on it
bitch!� Sam held Dean�s head down in place against his pubic hair and refused
to let his brother�s head go even when he felt Dean clawing and pushing on his
thighs begging to be released.

Dean couldn�t breathe
as his mouth was raped, and he could hear the sounds of his pleas to be
released being muffled by the thick prick in his mouth. He could feel the heavy
wetness of saliva coming from his mouth, dripping onto his chin and neck, and
briefly wondered if he died right now if this would be the private hell would
live over and over again as he rotted for eternity in Hell.

�Damn, your greedy, aren�t
you?� Sam cruelly laughed as he pulled Dean�s mouth off his cock allowing Dean
to gather much needed air into his lungs. �You�re fucking hungry for it, aren�t
you?� he asked as he pushed Dean�s mouth back onto his aching dick. �Suck me
dry Dean�make me cum on you.� Sam looked down and saw
that Dean�s eyes were closed and slammed hard into his brother�s mouth once
again making Dean cough and moan in protest, �Open your eyes Dean!�

Dean snapped his eyes
opened and looked up at Sam in hatred as Sam�s cock began to swell and throb in
his mouth.

Sam could feel his
toes curling as his orgasm made its way up his testicles and raced its way up
his cock and pulled Dean�s mouth away. �Stick out your tongue,� Sam demanded as
he shot his bitter creamy spunk onto Dean�s reluctant tongue. Sam grabbed a
hold of his dick and aimed it at Dean�s mouth as he jettisoned his release onto
his brother�s beautiful face, �You look amazing covered in my
cum baby.�

Dean kept his eyes
opened and felt each splash of warm semen as it coated his tongue, his chin,
and his cheeks, and he swallowed the remaining drops because he knew Sam would
expect it.

Sam rubbed his spent
wet dick along Dean�s glistening face and smiled, �That�s my good little
bitch�knew you were good for something.� Sam sank to his knees and kissed
Dean�s mouth tasting his own semen on his tongue and growled, �You taste so
fucking good�you were made for this Dean.� Sam licked at the cum on Dean�s chin
and cheeks and licked his own lips, �Made to be my toy�my prize for putting up
with all of Dad�s shit for years.�

Dean tilted his head
up and let Sam lick his neck clean, �I had to put up with him too.�

�True,� Sam whispered
as his tongue licked at the stubble on Dean�s neck. �But now that Daddy�s dead
you�ll need another one, and I�ll be more than happy to take his place my good
little soldier.�

�You�re not Dad Sam,
and you really need some fucking help�maybe some psychotic drug treatment,�
Dean argued trying to push Sam away.

Sam laughed once
again at Dean�s feeble attempts of escape, �I will replace him Dean and you
will behave for me like you did him.�

�No, I won�t!� Dean
exclaimed. �God, I wish I�d left you for dead you asshole!�

�I do too!� Sam
exclaimed pushing Dean into the floor. �But you fucked up and I�m your
punishment�your penance for messing with God�s plan, but don�t you worry Dean,
I�m going to fix your little problem with that demon bitch so that you and I
can be together for a really long time.�

�Thank God for that,�
Dean sarcastically whispered as Sam forced his legs apart and nestled himself
in between his thighs. He had thought that he had to only last ten more months,
let Sam save him, and the nightmare would be over, but now he realized that Sam
was never going to let him go�his old Sam was never coming back, and Dean
didn�t know how long he could last at the brutal hands of the new Sam, and he
wasn�t all that sure that he wanted to last.

It took awhile but I
finally got enough feedback to coax me into making this a series. If you want
updates sooner you need to feed me with feedback; it is appreciated: darkestangel@darknessprevails.com
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